I moved tonight’s show to tomorrow night because I want to include another guest for you guys and gals.
July 14, 2013 5:00P Washtenaw County, Southeast Michigan
That aside, one hot muggy day last summer we entered this remote swampy marsh area with patches of thick woods that changed a lot of things for me. To my personal instincts nothing seemed right from the time we ventured into that location and everything seemed out of sorts there. Twenty years an half on the streets in law enforcement and two stints in the military along that period and you learn to trust your instincts. Trusting your instincts is a skill, not everyone will learn nor understand but your instincts – your inner being never lies, it will never betray you.
So I was quite familiar with that feeling, I felt it many times over the years. Over time you learn to trust your instincts, your instincts keep you safe and they will never lie to you.
I was already aggravated by the hot sticky temperatures; I was sweaty, flies and mosquitos were biting like mad, I guess I might have even been hungry and a bit grumpy too, but nothing seemed right.
The deeper we ventured the more unexplainable aggravation or annoyance I felt when suddenly I heard a break! It wasn’t a twig or anything it had intonations of a thick branch break and I whispered for my friend to halt and we both listened. Not hearing anything else we preceded forward with my partner in the lead me lagging behind when we heard another break. Everything went dead silent in the woods and I can tell we didn’t smell anything but my instincts told me something was amiss.
Something was definitely not right.
I was glancing up all around the trees and there it was! It’s either standing behind a tree or hanging onto a tree peeking a distance away but unbelievably close in relative terms. My partner was inspecting a large stick nest with his back to me and it. I am thinking it’s time to leave before this thing decides to ramble over my way. So here we are surrounded by trees and three large trees in particular with a large stick nest to the west and the three stick tipi to the east of my feet. I don’t want to panic my friend, I want to leave so I turn toward my friend and say something like I’m ready to leave and quickly turn back around start snapping photos in a 180 degree sweep.
Somebody said here before and I heard it and read it many times since. There are more than one species of Bigfoot out there, I know it, I believe it and seen it. What I seen appeared strangely human but with thick reddish brown hair on the head, shoulders right arm, waist right down its knee. This wasn’t the A-typical Patti ape looking black hairy beast! This thing I seen was a freak of nature and big.
I’ve learned to compartmentalize stressful incidents over the years where you put those things that bother you most away much the same the way you would hang your coat and hat, leaving it there until needed again but you don’t take it unless you need it.
If I were to guess we’re probably talking about the beast being between 30-60 yards away and it was over 8 feet tall, I would think. It appeared to me as though it was climbing down or going up, I couldn’t tell but I didn’t want to wait and see. High up in the trees next to the beast in the photo, I could see another creature and this appeared to have blonde hair and looked, like one expect a werewolf to look like, but with red lips and it seemed disinterested looking off in another direction but silent.
We’re out of there and just before we start across the field from which we crossed to get to the woods we found this week old print in the dried mud that measures about 17 – 17 ½ inches in length. I am uncharacteristically quiet all the way home. I get home and upload the photos and yes, I wasn’t seeing things and wasn’t making this up there it was. Not only was the being in the photo as I saw it but in the trees to the left of it was a blonde haired Chewbacca looking creature with red lips.
Let me also say this once again, I am not an expert nor am I a Bigfoot Researcher. I’ve seen a lot of things murders, suicides, accidents so on and so forth but nothing bothered me more personally than what I seen that day. It is real as reality is to you in your world.
Is it a curse or blessing?
Perhaps it wasn’t just the sudden odd strangeness of feelings that seemed to overwhelm me or the moment of visual contact but all of it together called my attention like invisible fingers beckoning me forward against my will. What I felt wasn’t love peace or happiness but an undeniable sense of some powerful hand of hatred, some dark foreboding that is very capable of lulling you into weird state of bliss and helplessness and for me that is perhaps the most defining thing that I can say about it. I will never forget it.